| I’m so high
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| I’m so high
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| Oh no, the bottle’s low and I can’t feel my face no more
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| Oh no, we up in smoke and I can’t feel my face no more
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| Oh no, the bottle’s low and I can’t feel my face no more
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| Oh no, we up in smoke and I can’t feel my face no more
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| Oh shit, damn, had a couple too many
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| Didn’t have shit planned, mixing vodka with Henny
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| Now I can’t sit down 'cause I’m already spinning
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| Acting like I’m rich man, spending every penny
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| So everybody get down like you just got out of rehab
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| Let’s get fucked up, put on your helmet and knee pads
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| 'Cause I’m so high, I can’t feel my face
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| 'Cause me and weed go together like Diddy and Mase
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| So everybody get down like you just got out of rehab
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| (Oh, oh)
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| And everybody get down like you just got out of rehab
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| Oh no, the bottle’s low and I can’t feel my face no more
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| Oh no, we up in smoke and I can’t feel my face no more
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| Oh no, the bottle’s low and I can’t feel my face no more
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| Oh no, we up in smoke and I can’t feel my face no more
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| I fuck with a six pack, bong or a zig-zag
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| Shit, don’t puke here, choke on a Tic-Tac
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| I walked a line, but my eyes are crooked
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| A couple more drinks, bitch, now you’re good looking
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| Mother fucking real Hollywood, not some B-List actor
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| I’m faded as fuck, watch me moonwalk backwards
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| It’s a house party, Los Angeles
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| So fuck the Five-0, my middle fingers are up So everybody get down like you just got out of rehab
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| (Oh, oh)
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| And everybody get down like you just got out of rehab
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| Oh no, the bottle’s low and I can’t feel my face no more
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| Oh no, we up in smoke and I can’t feel my face no more
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| Oh no, the bottle’s low and I can’t feel my face no more
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| Oh no, we up in smoke and I can’t feel my face no more
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| Blowing and banging everyday in the low low
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| I roll slow 'cause I’m allergic to po-po
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| I smoke the douj when I chill with the Cholos
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| And y’all smoke pole 'cause you’re chilling with homos
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| I sip patron and I chase it with SoCo
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| Pants so low, got my balls in a choke hold!
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| Bitches gettin' naked and posin' for photos!
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| and hoppin' on my dick like my shit is a pogo
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| So everybody get down, like you just got out of rehab!
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| Let’s get fucked up, put on your helmet and knee pads!
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| 'Cause I’m so high, can’t feel my face!
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| 'Cause me and weed go together like Charlie and J-dog!
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| So everybody get down, like you just got out of rehab!
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| Let’s get fucked up, put on your helmet and knee pads!
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| 'Cause I’m so high, can’t feel my face!
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| 'Cause me and weed go together like Charlie and J-dog!
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| Oh no, the bottle’s low and I can’t feel my face no more
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| Oh no, we up in smoke and I can’t feel my face no more
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| Oh no, the bottle’s low and I can’t feel my face no more
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| Oh no, we up in smoke and I can’t feel my face no more
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| Oh no, I’m so high
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| Oh no, I’m so high
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| Oh no, I’m so high
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| Oh no, I’m so high |